Page 74 of A Billionaire's Holiday Love

He gripped my face and smashed my trembling lips.

“That good, huh?”

Cocky bastard. “Yes.”

Noah carried me over to the sofa. He grabbed a fluffy throw pillow before placing me on my feet. I stumbled as he bent me over the back of the sofa.

My body shivered as he grazed his fingertips down my back. Noah gripped my hips. I widened my stance, ready to take every inch of my man. He lined his cock up with my dripping pussy hole and stilled inside me.

“This pussy might fucking kill me. It’s so good,” Noah grunted.

His large hand cupped my breast and massaged my nipple.

I was full of his big fucking cock. Felt so good. He fisted my hair with his other hand, yanking my head back. His tongue slipped between my lips as he circled his hips, bringing on another orgasm. My body fell limp over the pillow as his dick massaged my G-spot. Every nerve ending was set a blaze by his amazing dick game.

“Noah,” I bit out through gritted teeth.

His cock slid back and forth in my pussy, massaging my walls. Yup, did I say I was whipped? Confirmed.

His teeth clenched my earlobe. “Am I hitting every spot of your pussy?”

I couldn’t answer right away.

“Hope, is that a no?”

Noah’s fingers stroked my clit as he pounded my pussy.

“Damn it, Noah,” I screamed in pleasure as I came. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as my body shuddered in his arms and my toes curled.

“There it is. The money shot. You’re squirting, Hope. Here I come, baby.”

His muscled hips twisted right and left, then he stilled inside of me. “Hope,” he roared as he came deep inside my pussy.

Noah’s chest heaved as he held me a moment longer before laying me on the sofa.

Worry fell over his handsome features. “Baby, we need to talk.”

That couldn’t be good.

NOAH

HOPE THREADED HER FINGERSthrough her wild hair. “It’s been a weird day. From the security detail at the bottom of the mountain to the eeriness I felt at the outfitter store.”

I slipped one of my Henley’s over her head, then climbed into my boxers.

“I’ll warm up our dinner.”

“I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” she huffed, stomping down the hall.

Yeah, this conversation would go over well.

She appeared pissed. Guess she hated the permanent security detail.

Fuck, I felt terrible. But what was I to do? I had to protect my woman.

“Noah?”

I turned to Hope. She slicked her hair into a low ponytail. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I’d rather you just come out and say it. You know what never mind. I’ll go.” She spun on her heels.

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